by Olivia Harp
“I can’t see a thing.”
“Let me help you.”
He embraced her from behind, grabbing her arms and walking with her in small steps.
“There’s nothing to fear”, he told her as they walked inside. In the darkness, she could smell the moss, the water, the muddy floor. Her blindness only contributed and amplified her other senses. She felt every small change in the uneven floor, the wind coming and going, grazing her gently.
“Oh my God,” she said, almost gasping. She felt as if nature itself was embracing her, allowing her into one of her deepest secrets. It was almost magical.
“Wait here, I won’t take long,” Damien said.
In the darkness she felt him walk away, even the distance between them felt tangible, as if every atom inside this place had a spirit, and every movement he made rippled towards her.
“Ready?” he said
“Yes,” she said, and suddenly the cave was filled with light. It was a soft quiet luminescence, but it still blinded her for a second. After her eyes adjusted, she saw Damien walking to her, the walls and ceiling of the small cave covered in small bulbs.
“How did you...?” she said, full of wonder.
“It’s just Christmas lights, the waterproof ones, for house exteriors. I just had to bring a battery.”
Her senses fooled her. She thought the cave was bigger, but if she reached up, she could almost touch the ceiling. The walls went in a few dozen feet and then sharply turned inward. The cave was a small, uneven capsule with its mouth open towards the waterfall, as if nature was trying to drink from it, and almost could.
There was a round stalagmite in the middle, Damien leaned on it looking at her, grinning. She realized she had her mouth hanging open.
Damien went to the back of the cave, the lights were connected in a small box down there, he pulled another one and opened it.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s just a couple of things I’ve brought and left here, look,” he said and pulled out a big, rolled up blanket. It looked rather thick, “I use this to just lay down and not worry about the floor being cold or wet or whatever I don’t want to focus on.”
“And what do you want to focus on tonight?”
He looked at her hungrily, “You.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, this guy was smooth. Too smooth for his own good. But it worked. She wanted him. Damien’s toned body was silhouetted by the lights, which snaked out from inside the cave, surrounding them.
They held each other in the middle of the cave, giving way to a deep, ardent, passionate kiss.
“I want you,” she said. She had wanted him all day, “I want you now, Damien.”
In a single movement, he lifted her from the ground, and kissed her cheeks, her neck, nibbled her ear lobe, then his face went down, to her breast, biting and kissing and licking. He was completely devoted to her, in this moment only she existed. His hands touched all of her body, worshiping her, adoring her, wanting her like a hungry animal.
She was losing herself. A multitude of sensations overflowed her: his small bites, his hands tenderly touching her, his bare, hot skin against her.
He growled, softly, trying to restrain his intensity. His mouth opened slowly and placed his teeth on her chest, not biting her yet, just teasing. She bathed in the sensation, but he stopped himself and said “No”.
His blue eyes looked black in the dim light of the cave, his breathing was rougher now, she grabbed his head and he kissed her and focused on her breast, moving to her areola just before sucking her nipple, Zoe shuddered with all the intensity.
“Damien,” she panted, “I want you inside of me.”
“I want to take my time,” he said, “savoring every inch of your body.”
She was dripping wet. She felt his hardness against her thigh, her entrance swollen for him, needing him again, her waist involuntarily moving forward and backwards in a swaying motion, unable to hide her urgency. Her whole body acting by itself, without her thinking. She was just a passenger, her instincts guiding her without fear of not pleasing her lover.
He caressed her back, scratching her. It was a mix of pleasure and pain that made her moan in ecstasy. She never thought she would like this intensity, she was accustomed to the soft, lying in bed, missionary sex. And that had been okay. But this was not just okay.
This was like a red hot coal burning inside of them both, their bodies fusing in a wet, dark cave behind a waterfall. This was hardcore, fiery passion. She didn’t have to think about giving in to her deeply hidden appetites, they just flared up.
She had to take him, her nails scratching his muscled body, his thick, hard arms around her, holding her, his hands going down, finding their way inside.
“Ah!” she purred as she felt him sliding in and out of her, his middle finger finding her spot, making her unable to control her moaning. The waterfall noise fading into the background, his finger motioning inside her, an explosion surging between her legs. The cave was now filled with her screams of pleasure. She was sure the whole freakin’ forest was listening and she couldn’t care less. She was now shaking violently.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh my—”
And she exploded. Her orgasm consuming her, submerging her in delight. Her breathing was hard. She kissed him and lowered her hand to his cock.
“More?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Say you want me,” he said, his eyes like a predator.
“Yes! I want you now, Damien, please!”
He placed his cockhead on her entrance, burning hot, covered in her juices now. She couldn’t stand it, he was a sexual beast, he had her.
Then he went in.
He pushed himself in, slowly, her opening giving way to his manhood, her heat turning sky high. She was on the verge of coming again.
He held her tighter, his hands on her legs, Zoe held on to his neck, panting and unable to speak.
“I want to hear you come, honey.”
“Y-Yes!”
“I want to hear you scream my name as you come.”
“Yes! Yes!”
“You are mine.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
She could feel her juices bathing his rod, she couldn’t hold it any longer, and then an electric shock exploded from her sex and reached every inch of her.
“Damien!” she obeyed as she came, “D-Damien Black, I’m yours—!” but the words got lost in her orgasmic scream, her body turned from tense muscled fibers to jelly.
She held him hard, his embrace softening. She looked at him again, her pulse still racing, her breath ragged.
He smiled again. That look could kill her, she felt like a small powerless little animal, completely at his mercy, as if he could do to her anything he wanted and she couldn’t do anything about it.
And she loved it.
She loved the touch of this man, this bear shifter, this person who could destroy anything he put his eyes on. She was the little powerless prey, and he was the omnipotent predator.
“I am yours,” she whispered, now she was the one grinning wildly. He lowered her and placed the blanket on the ground.
Her hands found him again, and went from his face to his chest, to his abs. She wanted to feel every part of his body, each and every contoured muscle. She felt his manhood again, he was still rock hard.
Then, without thinking, she went down on her knees. His thick, long, hard cock was hers. She couldn’t believe it had been inside of her, it looked like it wouldn’t —couldn’t— fit. But it had, and now she wanted a taste.
She put the tip of her tongue on him, just the tip. Going up and down, without touching his head. She had seen his pre cum already on it and wanted it, but not yet. She wanted to have all of his manhood in her mouth, wanted her mouth to be full with him, to savor him.
Her hand moved swiftly and she found herself jerking him off tenderly, her tongue on his sack, shaven and soft, she wanted his sex to be
covered on her drool. What a freakin’ pervert you are, Zoe, she thought, pleased.
He started moving in a quiet pattern, he was hers now, she heard a deep, faint growl, growing louder and louder each stroke, each roll of her tongue.
He didn’t push her to do anything she didn’t want, she experienced a sexual freedom... a connection that was new and untamed. As if she was meant to surrender to him, and Damien to her. Yes. Tonight, Damien belonged to her, his moans overcoming his controlled movements, then she did it, she put his cock in her mouth.
He gasped loud as she went forward and back, devouring him. Her tongue caressing every part of his cock it could reach. It was a dance, she was sucking him and then stroking him and licking him and back again.
Since she had had her first boyfriend, oral sex was just a girl’s job. Her few exes were never interested on the idea of pleasuring her, and she wasn’t big on doing it either.
It didn’t interest her. But this was different.
She loved the taste of his shaft, of his pre cum. She had wanted it again since she tasted it the day before.
It was something... perverted. She felt free, this side of her had been locked, hidden from view, and she didn’t even realize it. Only he could have done so. He moaned again, louder this time, the growl mixed with his deep voice. She loved that sound, she was turned on again.
It was a surprise, she felt like she couldn’t get wet after what just happened, she felt dry and now there was warm juices flowing again. She looked up and locked eyes with him, and she knew he knew.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded with a predator look.
Her mouth was full with his cock, her hands on his ass, and she started sucking harder.
“Touch yourself Zoe, I don’t want to say it again.”
She moved her hand towards her center and touched herself. Here, in a damp cave, she was sucking a man and masturbating. It was so erotic, so twisted and bad and fucking hot.
She felt lightning inside of her, faint but it was there, she would be ready soon.
“I want to be inside of you,” he said, his eyes looking at her like prey.
And there it was. Her juices came back, she didn’t need her hand, just his words. She was sure he could command her to orgasm if he tried.
She got up and he put his cock between her legs, pushing and pulling and sliding it between her labia, soaking it again.
He grabbed her hair, not pulling it hard, but strongly enough to move her head as he wanted, and with his other hand pulled her closer, they found a rhythm. He was caressing her clit with his cock, her entrance ready for him.
The smell of the cave had ceased being of clean, pretty nature. It was now sex. Sweet, wild, passionate, frenzied sex. Their sweat and drool and kisses and bodily fluids impregnated the walls.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. She leaned into the center stalagmite, lowering her torso, her legs straight, letting him see her center, high and ready for him.
“Take me again Damien, make me yours.”
The rock had served a purpose. After millions of years, she was supporting herself on it, waiting to be entered by Damien.
It had been waiting here for them. She felt his tip testing her entrance, wet with her saliva and her own juices. It still felt huge against her. He had his hungry look, but still entered her slowly.
She gasped as his tip went in and his rod started filling her, it was burning hot, her insides opening for him.
“You’ll be the end of me, Zoe,” he said, her tight pussy widening for him as he went in.
She grabbed the rock and pushed hard against him, in an instant feeling him all the way inside, his shaft completely surrounded and embraced by her insides. Both gasping at the same time.
His left hand found her waist and held on to it, rhythmically going in and out, her body shivering with all his sex finally hers again. The dance started to go more frantically each passing moment.
She was going to come again, she couldn’t hold it much longer.
“I’m coming!” he howled, “oh my—”
And she could feel the maddening electricity of her orgasm swelling up inside of her as he came inside, filling her. She screamed with pleasure with him, both exploding at the same time, the cave echoing both of their voices and then nothing but silence, just the soft lights on their bodies.
They laid down in the mat, ragged breaths combining in unison, her head on his shoulder, both of them unable to believe that this was real.
Chapter 10
Damien opened his eyes, he hadn’t realize he’d fallen asleep. Had it been a few minutes, or hours?
He couldn’t tell. The white noise provided by the waterfall, and the post sex mellowness brought both of them to slumber.
“Zoe,” he whispered to her, “we have to go now.”
She produced a complaining noise, slowly placing her hand on his mouth.
“Let’s stay here forever,” she mumbled.
Damien smiled, I wish we could, he thought. Then called her again, “Zoooooe.” She sat up, rubbing her eyes, trying to focus.
She looked at the waterfall, and sighed.
“I’m just dying to go back into the water,” she said.
“You sure? It’s probably cold by now.”
Zoe looked at him, almost rolling her eyes.
“It’s a joke, dummy,” she laughed.
“Hey, I’m still drowsy,” he said, making a noise as he stood up, stretching his big arms and lean body, “besides, that sex was too great, I think my mind still hasn’t come back from exploding.”
He gave her his hand, she took it and stood up beside him.
“Isn’t it too dark out there? Is it dangerous?” she asked.
Damien was rolling the blanket and putting it back on its container box.
“There’s a full moon tonight, you shouldn’t have a problem finding your way.”
He walked to her and kissed her forehead, “I’m going out first and will guide you, just in case, okay?”
She smiled and nodded.
“You ready?” he asked.
She took a deep sigh and followed him out.
Damien knew that the best way to deal with a problem was to straight up face it. The waterfall wasn’t going away and even if it was cold, there was no avoiding it. He pulled himself up to the edge of the water and then jumped ahead. He might have still been a little groggy before, but now, emerging from the cold water, he was completely awake, swimming in place waiting for her. And he waited... and waited.
“Zoe! The waterfall’s not going anywhere, you have to jump!”
“I’m just gathering strength!”
“You have to stop thinking and jump! I promise the bed on my cabin will be much cozier than here.”
“Okay, okay I’m doing it... I’m doing—!” she screamed as she jumped ahead and sank into the water.
“Oh my, oh my, oh my! It’s cooooold!” she said, her eyes fully open, finding him in the dim moonlight, “let’s go!”
He laughed, “all right, captain, let’s move.”
They swam back to the picnic area, Zoe shaking as she pulled herself out of the water.
“You know how when you come out of the pool it’s always colder than when you were inside?” she said.
Damien looked at her inquisitively, “yes.”
“Well this is not the case, it’s actually warmer out here in the open than in the water.”
He laughed and hugged her, giving her some of his warmth. His bear side never let him truly exposed to the elements, not even in human form, but he could see her shaking and wanted to do what he could.
“This is much better,” Zoe said, under him.
“You can use this while your clothes dry,” he said, handing her the picnic blanket.
“Thank you,” she said, drying herself with it, then wearing it over her shoulders like a cape, trying to get warm.
She held Damien’s hand as they walked beneath the trail beneath the trees—the o
nly place where moonlight was completely blocked— and in the distance, Damien’s truck waited.
***
“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” Zoe said as he opened the truck’s door for her.
“The pleasure was all mine,” he said faking a British accent. He got in on his side and off they went, back home.
“I never thought I’d meet someone like you when I left Detroit,” she said.
“That’s a good thing, right?” he joked and she smiled
“Well, it depends.”
“Really? On what?”
“On what happens now,” she said grinning. But then fell silent.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s just a joke,” she said, placing her hand on his leg, “I know this won’t last, don’t worry.”
Mate! Now! his bear roared inside.
“I’ll just enjoy whatever this is for as long it lasts, let’s pretend I can stay here forever.”
He didn’t immediately respond. Yes, he had met her just a day or two ago, but— but she’s right. This won’t last, nothing good ever does.
“Is that what you want?” he caught himself asking.
She looked at him and held his hand. “I don’t know what I want. I know I wanted to flee the city and go to Portland... it took me a long time to finally gather the strength to do it.”
“Why did you want to leave? Was it so bad?”
“Detroit is Detroit.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning it’s a good place, I guess, but it wasn’t for me. My future was crumbling there and I couldn’t stay.”
“What about your family?”
“What family?”
“You don’t have anyone?”
“I had an abusive father who turned to the bottle as soon as he was let go of his job, who hit my mother and blamed her for everything: from not picking up his beer cans, to his inability to find a job, to me being a dumb accountant who couldn’t lend him enough money.”
His gut tightened, he thought she was a pillar of strength and here she was, vulnerable. Completely exposing her soul to him, letting him see her, really see her.